Shawnee Indians -- Kings and rulers -- Drama; Tecumseh, Shawnee chief, 1768-1813 -- Drama
Give me the open sleep, whose bed is earth,
With airy ceiling pinned by golden stars,
Or vaultage more confined, plastered with clouds!
Your log-roofed barrack-sleep, 'twixt drum and drum,
Suits men who dream of death, and not of love.
Love cannot die, nor its exhausted life,
Exhaling like a breath into the air,
Blend with the universe again. It lives,
Knit to its soul forever. Iena!
Dead in the forest wild--earth cannot claim
Aught but her own from thee. Sleep on! sleep on!
IENA. (_Reviving_) What place is this?
LEFROY. Who's there? What voice is that!
IENA. Where am I now?
LEFROY. I'll follow up that sound!
A desperate hope now ventures in my heart!
IENA. Help me, kind Spirit!
LEFROY. I could pick that voice
From out a choir of angels! Iena!
[_Finds her behind the shrubbery._]
Tis she! 'tis she! Speak to me, Iena--
No earthly power can mar your life again,
For I am here to shield it with my own.
IENA. Lefroy!
LEFROY. Yes, he!
IENA. My friends! found, found at last!
LEFROY. Found, found my love! I swear it on your lips,
And seal love's contract there! Again--again--
Ah me! all earthly pleasure is a toil
Compared with one long look upon your face.
IENA. O, take me to my friends! A faintness came
Upon me, and no farther could I go.
LEFROY. What spirit led you here?
IENA. My little bark
Is yonder by the shore--but take me hence!
For I am worn and weak with wandering.
LEFROY. Come with me then.
_Enter the_ PROPHET, _who stalks gloomily across
the stage--scowling at_ IENA _and_ LEFROY
_as he passes out._
IENA. The Prophet! I am lost!
LEFROY. This monster here! But he is powerless now.
Fear him not, Iena! Tecumseh's wrath
Burns 'gainst him still--he dare not do thee hurt.
IENA. Must I endure for ever this fiend's hate?
He stabbed me with his eye--
[_Swoons away._]
LEFROY. O, horrible! Let us but meet again, and I shall
send
His curst soul out of this accursed world!
[_Exit_ LEFROY, _carrying_ IENA.]
SCENE EIGHTH.--THE HIGHWAY THROUGH THE FOREST LEADING
TO FORT DETROIT--THE FORT IN THE DISTANCE; CANNON AND
GUNNERS AT THE GATE.
_Enter_ TECUMSEH, STAYETA, _and other Chiefs and
Warriors._
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